There was a brilliant full moon last night (OK, techincally, the fool moon fell after midnight but, still), and it seemed all the more brilliant due to the thick layer of snow on the ground. Like the poem says,
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow, Gave a luster of mid-day to objects below.
Now, Mama doesn't wear a kerchief, and our winter's nap was all but long due to our hungry, hungry hippo of a boy. But the moon was glorious.
(The scene was much like that at right, but credit for the photo goes to BlueRidge Muse. I hope it's ok I used your photo!)